& my heart ran away from me
"So long as it isn’t still actively lava," Remi replies with a low chuckle, the sound soft but rich against the constant hiss of steam. He glances sidelong at the molten shoreline, half-expecting to see something bubbling up that would make even his optimism waver. When Ronin’s arm winds around his waist, he leans subtly into the warmth, his hand brushing over the back of Ronin’s knuckles in a quiet return of affection.
The mention of mud sparks a thought that makes his grin turn mischievous. "You know," he says, squinting through the fog as though he might actually find it there, "we never did go check on our giant snow dick in the Hollowed Grounds this year." His frown is mock-serious, the picture of exaggerated regret. "Do you think with all this mud it’s...erect and moving around somewhere?"
He leans closer as if sharing scandalous gossip, nodding along to Ronin’s conspiratorial tone. The grin that follows is full of boyish amusement. "Spirited, yes," he echoes, laughing under his breath before lifting a brow. "Do you think it’s just a rebound? He seems the complete opposite of Jack. Maybe she just needs something to take the taste out of her mouth before she finds herself somewhere in between?”" His voice is fond rather than judgmental, warm with the kind of paternal bemusement that comes from too many years of watching their daughter make her own choices—often loudly.
The mention of mud sparks a thought that makes his grin turn mischievous. "You know," he says, squinting through the fog as though he might actually find it there, "we never did go check on our giant snow dick in the Hollowed Grounds this year." His frown is mock-serious, the picture of exaggerated regret. "Do you think with all this mud it’s...erect and moving around somewhere?"
He leans closer as if sharing scandalous gossip, nodding along to Ronin’s conspiratorial tone. The grin that follows is full of boyish amusement. "Spirited, yes," he echoes, laughing under his breath before lifting a brow. "Do you think it’s just a rebound? He seems the complete opposite of Jack. Maybe she just needs something to take the taste out of her mouth before she finds herself somewhere in between?”" His voice is fond rather than judgmental, warm with the kind of paternal bemusement that comes from too many years of watching their daughter make her own choices—often loudly.
THE
BASTION
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
